[ eiden is just. thrumming still. from the adrenaline of fukuzawa's movements in his memory, wrenching his arm as the table splits in half, as the sword comes close to hovering just over the chains, so close to freedom -

he freezes at the question and just...

shakes his head, he's still holding onto him. ]

No. [ it's immediately, but sounds uncertain still. ] I mean. I don't know. If he is, I never knew him, and what would he even doing on the Klein Continent anyways? [ like he's trying to rationalize it himself. ] Didn't have a brother at the orphanage. Could have been separated but...

[ he shakes his head ] I would never call him a brother even if we were.